76

(2 replies, posted in Fans)

That's awesome how he ended up giving tips to KT.
I saw him in full kit at C4, he's pretty cool. cool

77

(45 replies, posted in Serious Geeking)

Jeez. That is too far. Sure there are obsessed fans, but this is ridiculous.

78

(155 replies, posted in Creative)

It's been a while since you've posted any art, so I was just wondering if...

tongue

Gez was almost laughing at how funny Mike's complexion looked made of hardened steel.

"Going for the carbonite look, eh?" Gez slapped Mimik on the shoulder, who then proceeded to imitate Han Solo's frozen pose. "Haha! You could make money on that one, you know it?"

"Yeah, I suppose I could. You think it's that great?" Mike raised a brow curiously.

"Sure, the boys down at the Kragget would get a kick-" Gez was cut short as he watched as Bloodhawk pulled a quick, unexpected One-Two blow to Michael, the metal faded away, revealing his normal skin. He had a brief, puzzled look on his face before a chair collided with the side of his head. Gez instinctively Focused, unsheathing a hidden three-sided knife and leveling his 1911 on Bloodhawk in one blinding CQC motion. For now, he was going to listen to what the man said.

"Do you know what this is?  This dart is coated in the blood of a.....certain mutie, like you, except different.  If you make the wrong move, I'm gonna drive this into your throat, and trust me, you won't be able to absorb THIS material.  The blood will negate all effects of your abilities, and I'm just going to assume that you trust me, as you aren't metal anymore.  And by the way, these darts are very hard to come by.  very.  So, are we gonna do this my way, or would you rather be pushing up daisies?"  Cale snarled.  "And you, Gez, probably want your friend intact correct?  How about you tell him what to do."

"I could, but he doesn't take orders very well." Gez took a step to the side slowly, keeping the 1911 Custom trained evenly on Bloodhawk. "Then again I could try, but he'd most likely reply with a smart remark."

"So let's review.  You stab me, I lose my mutant powers. Woohoo. But in turn, you die. So, mind letting me up buddy?"

Bloodhawk audibly snarled. "What makes you think I'm afraid of soldier boy here?"

"Marine Scout Sniper." Gez shot back in a very irritated tone, taking a small step closer.

"Fine, whatever." Bloodhawk's tone was a little less confident. "You still don't scare me-"

"Where would you like it? Shoulder joint, kneecap or ankle? There is always the face, and I'm willing to put the entire magazine there without hesitation."

Gez felt bad for the kid, but what could possibly terrify someone like that? Sure he'd seen some pretty disturbing stuff, but nothing ever bothered him like that. Although, Gez didn't know what he'd do without his Scout Sniper Training, or even Basic Training.

"The usual, eh? What line of work are you in?"

"Um, I kinda do odd jobs, y'know, this and that..." Cale hesitated for a second.

Cale got real quiet, Gez figured he should change the subject.  "Ever used firearms before?" Gez thumbed the 1911 Custom resting comfortably in the console holster next to the shifter.

"I've never put much trust in guns. People should be able to be perfectly fine using what they're given naturally."

"Understandable. I can't count how many times CQC and good, well balanced combat knife has saved me. But I prefer neutralizing targets from afar, if you get my meaning."

"Marksman, then?  What're you doing this far from the action, then?"

"My tour ended three months ago."

"So you're kinda on vacation then?  Norton Peak wouldn't have been MY first choice to get away from it all."

"I inherited an an estate here from my father, it really is a great place once you get to know it..."
Gez cut the wheel, drifting the Cuda around the corner up the Mall parking garage ramp. He parked on the third floor, reserved for classic, luxury, and exotic automobiles.

Gez unholstered the 1911, checking the magazine. "Going or staying?"

Gez walked out of this diner over to his Cuda, unlocking the trunk. He popped the airtight seal on large stainless steel case he had loaded into the car earlier, digging through the various gun-shaped plastic cases until he found the two he was looking for. Gez closed the case back and locked the trunk, he then sat down in the driver's seat opening the two pistol cases.

"Ah, beautiful." The first one he opened was a Color Case Blued .45 Long Colt  Ruger Vaquero.

"Next in line..." He popped open the larger case to find a Mark XVIV Desert Eagle Pistol, chambered in .50AE
with both six and ten inch barrels, along with a Leupold 8x Scope and mounts. It was finished in Black Oxide with custom Millett adjustable sights and 'Finger Groove' rubber grips.

"Just like dad's..." Gez pondered a moment before clamping the two cases closed and sticking them behind the seat, sliding the duffle bag with his gray fatigues and other various gear over top of them. He started up the Cuda and floored it out of the parking lot, for fun more or less. He called Michael, who failed to answer his phone. He did however find the location, 'Norton Mall Vicinity'. Gez could only guess Michael was trying to break up some of the trouble he'd seen on the news.

He suddenly slowed down and took a turn into an alleyway, a shortcut to the Mall parking lot. Gez was about halfway down it when he felt an odd sensation in the back of his mind, instinctively 'Focusing', as he called it. He probed his mind the best way he could, identifying the feeling as an unrecognizable emotion...no...a presence. The word Telepath came to mind. Gez slammed the brakes hard causing the car to skid to a stop in the icy asphalt. He suddenly filled his mind with random thoughts, hoping to confuse whoever it was digging in his thoughts. The sensation went away, vanishing entirely.

Gez pulled himself out of Focus, shaking his head slightly, looking at himself in the rear view mirror. His skin had paled slightly, and the veins around his forehead were more visible. He merely scoffed and drove the rest of the way down the alley, turning back onto a rarely used side road behind the mall. He pulled up to a red light that connected to the parking lot entrance to the road he was on. Sure enough, there were no cars anywhere in sight.

...Figures...

Gez didn't have much choice but to look around while he waited. The sidewalks weren't very crowded on this side,  he noticed. The larger hotels were more bunched around the eastern side of Norton Center, the area the tourists favored. Just as the light turned green, one thing caught his eye. A young man, several years younger than himself, he guessed. He was casually dressed, standing next to the traffic pole frantically pushing the button to the crosswalk. It wasn't a usual aggravated gesture, but it looked more out of fear.

Gez rolled down the window, leaning out. "You alright, son?" It was easy for him to slip into the caring-Sergeant personae these days, especially after the Middle-East.

At first, it didn't appear the man heard him. "Son?"

The stranger looked over his shoulder, then casually started walking over to the Sublime Green Cuda.
"Yeah?" He looked either confused, disturbed, or scared...maybe all three.

"You look lost, son. Need a ride somewhere?" The stranger appeared to look over Gez's service jacket, noticing the numerous decorative bars, medals, and pins. He appeared to find some sort of comfort in Gez's obvious Military affiliation.

"Yeah, yeah I do. Anywhere but here." The guy got in, sitting down comfortably in the passenger's seat.

"Alright then." Gez gassed the pedal, speeding down the road. "What's eating at you? You look nervous."

"Nervous...? Me...? No..."

"I've seen nervous, trust me, I know..." Gez looked over to the kid and held out his hand to shake.
"Barrett, Sergeant James Barrett. United States Marine Corps."


((Let me know if I need to edit, MA.))

After almost an hour of shootin' the bull with his war buddies, Gez wheeled his cart of weapons to the trunk of his Cuda and unloaded them. He had upwards of two hundred thousand dollars worth of ordinance in that case. He closed and locked the trunk, noticing Fara's Charger was gone.

"Ah damnit... " Gez quickly started the Cuda and sped out of the base. Traffic was lite this time in the evening, so he didn't have to worry about keeping her waiting for too long. The night lights of the city were spectacular, it was when the tourists came out and did their shopping. After about ten minutes of driving, Gez pulled into the Kragget parking lot, again next to the Black Charger that could only by Fara's. He straightened the decoration bars on his Service Jacket before walking through the chrome doors to the 50's style diner. He got many friendly greetings from various cops and fellow Marines as he made his way to Fara's table in the corner.

Fara raised an eyebrow as Gez sat down. "So..." He said sliding into the booth. across the table from her.

"So?" She looked at him warily. "What's this 'Top Secret' Military Program you've been rambling on about?"
Gez pulled a datapad out of his coat, sliding across the table to her. "...Why is this significant?"

"Michael called me earlier and needed me to look up an organization. He was pretty sketchy on the details, but there was an attack on the 'Redeemers' makeshift base this morning. I can only guess this organization is involved."

"Really." Fara's eyes were instantly focused on the pad with such intensity, it could have caught fire. She laid the 'pad on the table, switching her gaze back to Gez, who looked like he was subtly planning on getting up and leaving. "And where do you think you're going?" Fara put her hand on Gez's forearm.

Gez didn't know what to do, he was sure he had some stupid confused look on his face, which would be embarrassing. "I...eh-"

"You're staying right here, Mr. 'Nine-Hundred-and-Forty-Seven-Kill-Streak'." She looked so serious it was almost disturbing.

There was a slight pause before the two sort of busted out in a quiet laugh. "I have to say I wasn't expecting that..you've been looking at my file haven't you...heh..." Gez wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.

"Maybe...but who doesn't know that?" Fara smiled picking up the menu. "How about some late dinner...?"

"Ah...yeah, I could go for some Canadian style pancakes."

((LOL))

Gez coasted down the side road to the Arca Barracks HQ. He was still aggravated about being reassigned to a desk job, it was shameful to let his talents go to waste. He swiped the ID card at the gate and drove around looking for a parking space. Gez eased the Cuda in a parking space to a vintage black 1970 Dodge Charger.

He noticed the plates read 'SLV 1' after he got out. "Fara..."
This was ironic, as the plates on his Cuda read 'SLAVE 1'

Gez walked briskly through the automatic glass doors up to the reception desk, leaning over the computer screen. "Fara,"

"Yes?" She replied in a helpful tone, not looking up.

"What's that ugly hunk of sheet metal out in the parking lot?"

"What?" She promptly directed her gaze at the man leaning on her desk. "Gez...What do you want?"
She hit him hard on the shoulder.

"I was just kidding, when did you pick it up?"

"Last Monday. What do you want? I know that look."

"When do you get off?"

"Gez..."

"No, no, nothing like that. There are some files I need you to get for me."

"Files huh?" Fara paused. "You know I can't access that kind of stuff."

Gez leaned closer. "I know you can."

"We'll talk about this later..."

"What is it?"

She grabbed his forearm. "Do you know why they pulled you from active service?"

"No idea."

"Yes you do, don't lie." Fara lowered her tone. "You know the military has been doing mutant research in recent years, right?"

"Yeah."

"They can't touch civilians legally, but soldiers..."

"...What?"

"You know what I'm getting at. Get out, get out while you still can."

"Not the conversation I was expecting when I walked in here..."

"I just thought I'd enlighten you." She sighed. "I'm off in an hour, I'll call you then."

"Alright, thanks."

Gez flashed a smile before walking off down the long corridor to the Armory. It was a good thing Sergeant Snowberger ran things down there these days, Gez saved his *** a few times in the Middle-East. He sometimes wondered what he'd do without his old friends.

84

(13 replies, posted in Fans)

No, you have to have either a PS3 or a Blu-Ray player.

85

(13 replies, posted in Fans)

Blu-ray is better because of the storage capacity, 20 GB more than HDDVD... More capacity = clearer, sharper picture.

And the PS3 rules. big_smile

Gez walked down the various parking rows fumbling in his pockets for the keys to the car sitting in the end space. He got in the Cuda and drove it out of the parking complex, spinning the tires as he pulled out on the main road. The loud masculine tone of the engine and exhaust was almost soothing, making the lesser economy sedans look like pansies as he passed them by. The moment was, however, interrupted by the Imperial March ringtone blaring in his tiny ear headset.

"Ahck...oww...geez..." Gez reached to his ear and activated the mic. "Hello?...Hey long time no talk!...Sure, what you got?...Yeah, maybe. I have limited access on the uplink, but I'm heading over to  the Arca Barracks Armory to pick up some hardware, and can possibly get more data on my computer there. I can check what's allowed but that's it...yeah give me a sec."

Gez connected his datapad to the secure satellite uplink pulling numerous files, but the connection stopped, prompting a high level security code. "Err...problem. I have a few things on file, purchase records it looks like...The cost doesn't add up though...Maybe they ordered solid gold desk chairs?...heck I have no idea...I don't have the proper security clearance to get anything else..."

Name: Rohlan Cummins
Nickname: Gez (Only called this by people he knows, the press and everyone else regards him as 'Nomad' )
Age: 37
Affiliation: Good
Appearance: 6', short brown buzz cut hair, black tactical gear and fatigues.
Power: Superhuman Perception
Weapons: Colt 1911 Custom, M40A3 Tactical Rifle (For now)
Personality: Prone to comedic outbreaks, but tends to keep a serious attitude.
Brief History: Rohlan first discovered his unique ability in the Military as a Marine Scout Sniper. Having a hyper-focusing ability, he quickly out-shot the competition; boasting 947 confirmed kills. However, this did not go unnoticed, and was soon confined to the States for further investigation after his tour in the Middle-East.
_

Run. That was the only thought circulating through Gez's head. He'd escaped confinement. Throaty growls from the dog team were getting closer...no, right behind him. Suddenly, a large black dog lept at his throat, ripping cartilage and spraying the air with blood.
_

Gez jerked out of his bed, firmly planting his KaBar knife into a pillow next to him. He sat up gasping for breath, sweat dripping from his forehead. He merely swept it from his brow, shaking his head. "Why? WHY?!" Gez hit his head against the wall of the apartment bedroom. It was one of many nightmares he'd been having recently, constantly being tormented by them.

Gez pulled himself together enough to take a hot shower and get his gear on. He grabbed the 1911 custom off the nightstand and walked out the door, down to the parking garage.

88

(30 replies, posted in Fans)

Nice, I might as well join the club and post pics as well...

- 2006 Mustang Fastback -

http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r107/LordDarthRevan/Mustang/101_3448.jpg

http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r107/LordDarthRevan/Mustang/101_3484.jpg

big_smile

89

(28 replies, posted in Creative)

Nice, the armor looks great...although the neck chain kind of throws it off... tongue

Psh. They can kiss my shebs. My guns are staying right where they are.

Werda Verd wrote:

he's a very good, charismatic speaker

Gift of the silver tongue, they say it's the mark of a good officer - - and of a liar.

But hey, I could be proven wrong...

*could*

92

(89 replies, posted in Creative)

Tis lookin sweet McCoy, freakin' sweet.

As a Mandalorian, I could care less. As Revan...Leaning Dark just a hair. wink

94

(40 replies, posted in Creative)

Oooo, I know the answer already...Heh...heh...hehhhhhh.

Ah, either Wal-Wart or Tatooine Traders at Disney-MGM Studios, can't remember.

(Actually it's Disney's Hollywood Studios but I like MGM better. tongue)

96

(86 replies, posted in Fans)

Lord Revan wrote:

I'm gonna have to ride shotgun with Ralin here, I agree with ALMOST *not all* of what he's said. First off, Heavy Automatic Firearms (such as the SAW) are expensive, and I mean EXPENSIVE, same goes with large bore weapons such as the Barrett .50BMG Rifles/other or .50AE Desert Eagle/equivalent handguns.

Summary - High Caliber Weapons -

1. They are large and almost unwielding -

2. Small ammunition capacity

3. Expensive

4. Have to have special permits to own in most areas

EXAMPLE -

Barrett Model 99 .50BMG bolt action, weighs 23 lbs, no magazine (means one shot then you have to manually reload) costs over $4,000 U.S dollars with taxes. The ammunition it requires is the 12.7x99mm NATO cartridge, (For you poeple who don't know what I'm talking about, it's known as the .50cal bullet that everyone is sooooo afraid of) commercially available, it costs between $1.75 and $2.25 EACH.

Apparently all of you have/know how to purchase a firearm (har har), I'm just going to go over it again for ya just in case. ALL 50 STATES before you buy a gun of ANY kind, the gun shop, store, Wal-Mart or wherever, run a Federal background check on you. If you have any criminal record whatsoever, you will be turned down and will not be allowed to purchase the firearm. ALSO the weapon must be registered at some point or the other.

Seems like a pain in the *** huh?

Revised.

I was thinking about Light Machine guns, it was a typing error and lack of paying attention on my behalf, that's what was on my mind, sorry.

But the AK thing, that's mainly in third world countries, you can't get an automatic AK or anything in that power range legally without permits, and even if you do they will most likely be over $1,000 from what I've seen.

Geekiest Fett thing I own...hmm...

http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r107 … 1_3487.jpg

big_smile

98

(86 replies, posted in Fans)

IG-88 wrote:

Not neccecerally  Ak-47's are cheap as p***. You may not have a criminal record... Yet.

Lord Revan wrote:

Summary - High Caliber Weapons -

*COUGHPAYCLOSERATTENTIONCOUGH*

99

(86 replies, posted in Fans)

I'm gonna have to ride shotgun with Ralin here, I agree with ALMOST *not all* of what he's said. First off, Heavy Automatic Firearms (such as the SAW) are expensive, and I mean EXPENSIVE, same goes with large bore weapons such as the Barrett .50BMG Rifles/other or .50AE Desert Eagle/equivalent handguns.

Summary - High Caliber Weapons -

1. They are large and almost unwielding -

2. Small ammunition capacity

3. Expensive

4. Have to have special permits to own in most areas

EXAMPLE -

Barrett Model 99 .50BMG bolt action, weighs 23 lbs, no magazine (means one shot then you have to manually reload) costs over $4,000 U.S dollars with taxes. The ammunition it requires is the 12.7x99mm NATO cartridge, (For you poeple who don't know what I'm talking about, it's known as the .50cal bullet that everyone is sooooo afraid of) commercially available, it costs between $1.75 and $2.25 EACH.

Apparently all of you have/know how to purchase a firearm (har har), I'm just going to go over it again for ya just in case. ALL 50 STATES before you buy a gun of ANY kind, the gun shop, store, Wal-Mart or wherever, run a Federal background check on you. If you have any criminal record whatsoever, you will be turned down and will not be allowed to purchase the firearm. ALSO the weapon must be registered at some point or the other.

Seems like a pain in the *** huh?

100

(11 replies, posted in Role Playing)

((Sorry, had to.))

Name: Shalashaska
Nationality: Russian/American
Alias: Revolver Ocelot
Occupation: Drifter
Age: 54
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://i142.photobucket.com/albums/r107 … t/acvr.jpg
Weapons: 2 Single Action Army Revolvers
Equipment: Remote Neural Disruption Unit built into right arm.
((Disrupts communications from the brain and voluntary muscles, causing the target to collapse and spasm.))

Breif History: ((adding soon))